Leslie Ching (January 8,1995- / Toronto, ON, Canada)
Do you remember me?
You know, Leslie from grade 3?
I know it was a long time ago,
And now things have changed,
And even though we were friends back then,
I don't know what you think of me now.
Maybe too much has happened
Maybe we've grown too far apart
And you've left my life,
And I, yours.
Our talk is stiff and unemotional,
Unfeeling, unnatural, unreal,
Not the way it used to go.
I thought it might be a good idea,
Thought you'd might like us to be friends again,
But now I'm not so sure anymore.
This twisted meeting of ours
Gives me more sorrow
Than leaving in the first place.
How could I ever have been so wrong,
So ignorant and selfish?
Why couldn't I just see
That we weren't meant to be?
We are too different, you and I,
And there's nothing either of us can do about it.
But I've learned my lesson now,
And I learned it the hard way;
Blinded wishing leaves far more pain
Than not wishing at all ever could;
Leave the past behind you,
Don't look back, not even once,
'Cause all you'll see back there
Are broken remnants
Of a dream shattered long ago...
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